I promised a poem.

I just found it my pocket. On Saturday some kids were offering love poems for 5 Cents at the bar. A man got one and gave it to me, cause like I said, I was the belle (or is it bell?) of the ball. Later on, I had another man read me this poem. Again, the belle of the ball.

The poem reads as follows. Wait actually its 2 poems, one on the back and on the front of this crumpled piece or paper.

One couldn’t have been marketed in quietude.
Some how all those beginnings got blurred.
-Katbah

Love is something untaken.
They shift and they move in the starlight like shadows.
-Katbah


If you ask me these poems are only worth 2 cents. That my 2 cents. There are spelling errors too. I could make more money writing free lance blog entries. Oh yeah another note is that I didn’t want to hang out with the guy that gave me the poem, so he tried to take it back from me. Gifts are gifts and you can’t take them back, idiots.

Love, GJ